Page 141 of Iris
I’ve been asking myself that a lot lately, haven’t I?
I sigh, try to tell myself to not freak out yet, and reply to Killian.
Maybe…
Killian
Or really? Why don’t you say that to my face?
A dark thrill throbs deep between my thighs. He wants to put his hands on me. Punish. And I don’t think it’ll be like any punishment I’ve had.
Make me.
Killian
Come outside and maybe I will.
I almost drop my phone as adrenaline streaks up my spine to my scalp. I turn, looking out the French doors. At first, I see nothing there, just the darkness.
But then, something moves.
In the garden.
Like I’m in a dream, I get up, slip off my shoes, and tiptoe outside.
The cool air slides about me as the pavement stones give up the last of the warmth from the day.
There he is. Killian. He’s a dark shape inside the gazebo.
I step off the stones and onto the soft, cool grass. I put my hand on the wooden railing and slowly climb the two steps up.
I’m face-to-face with him in a world of night.
“Where’s—”
“Xavier?” he finishes.
I struggle to get air into my lungs, so I only nod.
“Not here.” His voice is barely above a murmur. “It’s just you and me this time.”
“Oh…”
“Assume the position,” he says.
“I don’t know what that is.”
A flash of a smile. “On your knees, hands behind your back.”
I wait. He doesn’t move, and in the dark, we stare at each other. The moment is tense with longing and a silent battle of wills. I want to try what he’s offering with every fiber of me, but with those same fibers, I want to fight it, too.
But something snaps in me, and I lower my eyes, endorphins trickling in.
“Knees.”
He’s using his Alpha voice on me.
The excruciating awareness of me being mere feet from my back door, from where my family is, recedes as my legs wobble and my knees start to give way.
